Poetry · Writing

a little space

this little space

this little space that we carved out of wooden tools

this little space – is ours.

dingy dirty damp,

full of holes and ants in the summer

but it’s ours.

this little space

in outer space

they can see us dance

first time at second base

setting up our bookcase.

when we left

this little space

all that was left

some kid shoes, a needle and a jar of pickles,

this little place

has a lot of memories

packed in two separate cars.

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